Rishikesh, Friday the 13th - Wednesday, Dec 18th

It rained all night in Delhi from Thursday, Dec 12 to the next morning, Friday the 13th—thunder and lightning all night long. Even Paramjeet called to make sure I was ready for the change of weather and my journey to Rishikesh the next day. Friday the 13th started off with an early morning train ride out of Delhi (6:45 am) to Haridwar, where I was picked up by a driver and chauffeured to the yoga retreat in Rishikesh. Upon arrival I had the shared lunch with the students who are doing their yoga teacher training certificates—the school offers both 200 hour and 300 hour teacher training. As I have gotten to know this group of people, it turns out there a good amount of Europeans, Indians, and Americans participating, and many are under 30 I would say—I do feel weird knowing that I stick out being older than most of them, but I think I pass for younger so it doesn’t matter. I will save my criticisms about the type of people who do these yoga training courses for another time, although I have been thinking a lot about a conversation I had with my friend Dave about these type of people 3 years ago in Taos…

I didn’t do any of the yoga activities for the rest of the day on Friday, and while I was just trying to adjust at the prospect of bathing out of a bucket and sleeping without a sheet in pretty cold conditions, I guess you could say the accommodations were a shock coming after the nice stay I had at Colonel’s Retreat in New Delhi. Three days later, I feel like a bougie bitch because I have one of the few single rooms apparently, and I am getting special treatment since all my excursions are squeezed into 5 days while the students string out their excursions over 4-7 weeks.

Saturday Dec. 14: I managed to by-pass the “cleansing” activity of vomiting and showed up for Hatha Yoga at 7:30 and followed the normal course up until lunch. The 300 hour course includes the following:

  • Mantra – 6:15 – 6:45

  • Pranayama – 6:45 – 7:30

  • Hatha Yoga – 7:30 – 9

  • Breakfast: 9 am

  • Yoga therapy – 9:45 – 10:45

  • Yoga Philosophy – 11 – 12 noon

  • Adjustment & Alignment – 12:30 – 1:10

  • Lunch – 1:15

  • Anatomy 3:30 – 4:30

  • Ashtanga Viniyasa Yoga 4:30 – 6 pm

  • Meditation 6:15 – 7:15 pm

  • Dinner 7:15 pm

From what I can tell, it’s pretty relaxed and some students do some classes and skip others depending on how they feel… After lunch, I met up with Vinayak’s best friend from High School, Vaibhav, who took me around town on a nice walk over Laxman Jhula, the iconic bridge of Rishikesh, although Vaibhav informed me that the bridge was deemed unsafe and closed recently, but you can’t stop tourists so it is now open for foot traffic but motor vehicles are barred. He also informed me that where I am staying and where the bridge is located is not really Rishikesh. Rishikesh is a town further town the river. We walked over the bridge, sat on the steps on the river bank for a while, had some snacks at Budha Café including an avocado shake and actually very good nachos (hey, everyone needs a break from Indian food sometimes), and then walked past Ram Jhula (the other bridge—Ram and Laxman are brothers in the mythological story) to the scene of one of the Ganga Aarti ceremonies, Parmarth. The ceremony was just ending but there was a lot of excitement and people were everywhere. We had a pretty deep conversation about Hinduism and whether or not it is a religion or an ethnic identity, philosophy, and system of stories creating a mythology, and he told me some of the Hindu tales, especially the ones having to do with the different heavens the gods inhabit (the heavens aren’t for people, they are for the gods). At the end of the night we got some more refreshment at the “German Bakery” just at the end of Laxman Jhula. By that point I was sore! The yoga and the walking were catching up with me.

Sunday, December 15: Sundays are free days for the students in the training course, which meant sunrise trip to Devi Kunjapuri Temple! We were supposed to assemble at 5:20 am, but we ran a bit behind… by the time the group made it down to the jeeps waiting for us, it was close to 5:45 or 6. The drive there was very long up a winding road, and once we got to the top, day was starting to break. Up we went 300 steps to the temple where light was showing from behind the scattered clouds. I was astounded to find out we had ascended a considerable altitude, and were now at over 5,000 feet – a mile high! The views were absolutely stunning at the sun continued to rise and break through the layers of clouds. In addition to the drumming and chanting taking place at the temple, there were screeching monkeys fighting over bananas and many other tourist groups milling about and taking selfies and group shots. After maybe a couple hours we came back down, in which process I was a bit selfish and clung to riding shotgun in the car, considering there were 4 squished in the backseat, and 4 more in the very back sitting over the tire wells. I guess I was in a strange mood at that point…

The sun was shining brightly when we returned and it felt good to sit out in a tank top on the terrace of the ashram. Then it was time for my massage! Which is part of the package of the yoga retreat. I have not really had many massages in my life so I didn’t really know what to expect. This guy really worked over my body, front and back, and thankfully he used my jojoba oil instead of his sesame oil that had some slight essential oils in it. Considering how tight and sore my hamstrings, calves, shoulders, back, biceps, and triceps were from the yoga and walking, he really worked them out hard. He made a comment about it actually, and gave me advice to take a nap afterwards to give my body time to heal but to continue on with the yoga tomorrow. When he massaged my knees it tickled so much and I burst out laughing!

I took his advice and napped for about an hour, got up and had a glorious shower and washed my hair. The shower doesn’t get very hot and I guess the main idea is to fill up a bucket, wash out of that, then use a smaller bucket with a handle to rinse off. I half way did it with the bucket. And since the water wasn’t getting very hot, and we have intermittent power outages due to all the construction going on here, I timed it so that I could boil three kettle-fulls of water to pour in the bucket, which helped a lot. After much preening prepping, I ventured out to the Beatles Café which I discovered has a great terrace that overlooks the Ganga and the sun was setting in a beautiful scene. I drank a turmeric latte that had big chunks of cinnamon bark in it and wrote in my journal. I must admit at this point I was not feeling so hot—not sick or ill, just physically very exhausted and tired and therefore emotionally vulnerable. It ended up being a good mindset for journaling, and the turmeric latte with the cinnamon really helped me feel better. After sitting for some time, I ventured back to the ashram. I had been informed I was the only one who would be eating in because the students have to eat outside on free days. It turned out Jai, one of the boys who works at the school, took me out to the most famous Indian restaurant in Rishikesh called Rajasthani, and I had the most amazing Indian food I have ever eaten, including a warm dessert made out of carrots (and the carrots here are red!). Then we took a short tour around the market and the Triveni Ghat, which is another location of the sunset ceremonies. I had a great ending to the day which really helped because I was feeling kinda down before going to dinner!

Monday, December 16, 2019: Today I followed a similar routine as I did on Saturday: Hatha Yoga 7:30 – 9, breakfast at 9, Yoga Therapy 10 – 11, Yoga Philosophy 11-12, Adjustment & Alignment 12 – 1 pm, and lunch at 1 pm. After lunch I got some dirty clothes together to take to a launderer nearby because I’d rather have them fresh pressed and ironed (especially the Indian kurtas I bought in Delhi) than wash them here at the yoga school and hang them out to dry. Good thing I gave myself 2 days lead time before I leave Rishikesh because the place I wanted to go to, that supposedly takes 24 hours, was closed (it opened later when I passed by after my walk—doh!) so I went to another place that said 2 days and 660 rupees which is more than the homestay in Delhi charged! Oh well, it’s still only $9.50 which is a good price considering I’d spend that much at a laundromat in San Francisco, and waste 3 hours of my life. Anyway, then I took a little stroll around town, had a latte and a blueberry tart at Café Divine on recommendation from Vaibhav (both delicious), and took some pictures. A strange fog has rolled in, completely transforming the way Rishikesh looks. I often wonder what tourists’ impressions are of San Francisco’s mercurial weather changes (fog, sunshine, wind, etc.) so I recognized myself in the flip-flopped position. I wrapped up my walk by trying a second ATM that was also out of cash. That’s ok—I have some money—apparently ATMs in India are notorious for running out of cash—and it was so delightful to return home to the yoga school after a 2 hour jaunt around town alone.

For all intents and purposes I am now regarding where I stay as a yoga school than an ashram and I have some pretty developed ideas about advice to others looking to do a yoga retreat here. Now that I know what I do, coming from my perspective as a “beginner” and a “tourist,” not a student wanting to be a yoga instructor (strange strange of young humans tbqh—everyone here except for maybe one person is younger than me, most being in their 20s), everything makes more sense. I am thankful for the help the travel agent gave me setting this up, but I plan to write a separate blog post later dispensing advice for anyone who wants to do similar, and isn’t hardcore. ALTHOUGH, I am happy to report today’s yoga session went much better than Saturday’s, and after about 25 minutes I was feeling it! Yes sore now, but still feeling capable in my body and feeling determined to follow through my New Year’s resolution to take up yoga again. Screw the rowing gym! It will be cheaper and better for me to spend money and energy on doing yoga 2-3 times a week. I have other New Year’s resolutions as well, all of which I listed and ruminated on at the Beatles Café yesterday, but I will keep those to myself for now.

Dinner is up in a couple minutes, and I am planning with the main yogi, Harmindra Ji, to do my sightseeing tomorrow after my morning of practice: the Ganga Aarti ceremony at Triveni Ghat. Wednesday my train leaves to go back to Delhi at 6:10 pm, and my driver is picking me up around 3:30. My laundry will be ready at 3:20 (talk about cutting it close! Hope it all works out but I am sure it will, even if I have to take wet/dirty clothes back with me). I will have time in the morning to do Hatha Yoga, shower, pack up, and checkout. Good thing I think I have just enough clothes to get me through till then.

Thursday my flight for Dharamshala leaves at 1:30 pm, and I should be at the airport at 11:30 am. Probably I will leave the hotel for the airport around 10 or 10:30. Namaste!

Cass McCombs Chop Suey Seattle, March 26, 2019

Break it down, get us fired up. Hell yeah we got fired up last night at Chop Suey in Capitol Hill in Seattle. Back in the US, back to a crowd more colorful, more varied, more down home American.

Karen and Garrett, my friends from San Francisco who recently relocated to Seattle, accompanied me last night and they brought the enthusiasm, first falling in love with Sam Evian’s tunes and then later, facilitating the CM love when we unwittingly got caught in the very back of the room (hey, the view was good). The place was packed. The venue itself has a low ceiling and a feeling of intimacy with performer and audience, a good bar with Seattle Dry Cider on tap, and a kitchen that serves sandwiches and burgers (in this case by a speed goth).

In our case, the back was a place from which to better survey the crowd, their pluck, a better place from which to project cheers and whoops and to reflect energy back to the front. The other guys in the back loved it too. People kept yelling “THANK YOU” and “I LOVE YOU” at Cass and it was pretty much true for all of us. Cass was smiling, his body language was authoritative and playful and he would lean sideways this way or that, delivering his unwavering falsettos with squinted conviction.

Last night Sam Evian again joined Cass and the band for a run of several songs, starting with What Isn’t Nature (some of the pics are of that number), but the long faced drummer from Sam’s band did not drum for CM last night. Cass himself looked good, good haircut holding up, and his white shirt was emblazoned with a Pilot logo, giving credence to his own truck stop persona—life on the road as a musician sometimes equals wearing Pilot t-shirts out of necessity like any normal long-haul trucker.

I took away many truths last night, the two primary truths being 1) there is no wrong way if you are harnessing your own talented energy, luxuriating in it, and giving it back to the world in sheer joy—and that’s what I’m trying to do with my life, mostly through rare books and archives; and 2) Cass uses his voice as an instrument just as much as he uses the guitar. On this tour, in particular, his vocals are no longer simply a component that rounds out the melody, they are no longer solely the deliverer of a message (even though yes, he’s a poet and an auteur): his vocals have transformed to being the only ticket out of the chaos—the only ticket to ride out the meandering euphony and find the mainline back to the selfhood and the exclamation of the human spirit.

Set list

  • Sleeping Volacanoes

  • Bum Bum Bum

  • The Great Pixley Train Robbery

  • Estrella

  • What Isn’t Nature (this is off A and I don’t think I’ve ever heard him play it live, so amazing. He sounds exactly the same as he does on the recording which was put out in 2003. I love the early stuff so much. I’ll definitely be listening to A on my drive to Portland today)

  • Laughter is the Best Medicine (epic jam session)

  • Sidewalk Bop After Suicide

  • Absentee (again, a trio with Sam Evian and Frank LoCrasto)

  • American Canyon Sutra (the turning point according to Garrett, who is not that into jam music. It was at this point Cass took off his satin white smoking jacket and according to Garrett the music changed)

  • I Followed the River South to What

  • Morning Star

  • Big Wheel (my favorite jam session of the night)

  • Brighter

  • Rounder (but really this jam session was my favorite because I just wanted it to keep going on forever. By this point I had weaseled my way back up to the front of the dance floor and was grooving)

    Encore

  • Rancid Girl